The Last Continent (Discworld, #22; Rincewind, #6)

by Terry Pratchett

People don’t live on the Disc any more than, in less hand-crafted parts of the multiverse, they live on balls. Oh, planets may be the place where their body eats its tea, but they live elsewhere, in worlds of their own which orbit very handily around the center of their heads.

“I mean, I tried. God knows I tried, and since that’s me, I know what I’m talking about. ‘Thou Shalt Lie Down Flat in Thundery Weather,’ I said. ‘Thou Shalt Site the Midden a Long Way from the Well,’ I said. I even told them, ‘Thou Shalt Really Try to Get Along with One Another.’ ” “Did it work?” “I can’t say for sure. Everyone was slaughtered by the followers of the god in the next valley who told them to kill everyone who didn’t believe in him. Ghastly fellow, I’m afraid.”